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interjected Adams. “They must be at the source of the river.” Wolf turned to Moonshine. “How far away is the source of the river you mentioned yesterday?” For the first time I really looked at the King’s youngest daughter. She was short with midnight black hair. Her face was round, and, though I would not call her fat, she lacked the slim figure of her older sisters. “Three days walk through thick forest. I’d guess maybe fifty miles. There’s a pass through the mountains, too. It’s shorter, but takes just as long because of trail is difficult.” Wolf frowned at the response, but said nothing. I leaned over to Franklin and whispered, “what’s the matter?” “It’s too close,” he replied. “If they have a lot of vehicles, a large number of them could be
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